I look out the window - the birds are composing. Not a note is out of tune, or out of place.

I love my friends, and I hate seeing them hurt, especially when I know there is not a single thing in the world I can say to them that will make them feel better. There are some things that are just untouchable. I don't know how they feel, and I'm so fortunate because of that, but I do wish I could empathize with them a little, at least. Sympathy only goes so far. It's the kind of thing that's always in the back of my mind when I'm doing something else. I just want everything to get better.

I hope everything gets so much better for him. I hate to leave that where it is, but there's nothing else I can say.

I'm so lucky, in so many ways.

Last night I emailed Heidi Lucas, the woman who I assumed to be the horn instructor at Southern Miss. If only that school was closer to home, it would easily be my first choice. I'm lucky, though, in the fact that I have a lot of family in Mississippi, and even a cousin who would be getting her bachelor's there at the same time I'd be studying.

I was so nervous about sending that stupid email. I haven't gotten anything back yet, but for all I know, it could be USM's break.

I hope I can at least correspond with this woman and learn something about the programs there.

Time for the Mason/VCU game.
Go VCU!

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